Now I don't agree with doing a lengthy disclaimer anymore, so I'll just say:
I don't own the characters, I don't know the actors' true sexualities, the story is from my head, yada ,yada, yada.
All rights are owned by "The CW"
Sam and Dean had been travelling for days and sleeping in the Impala. They had been looking for any signs of Alphas. Dean and Sam were desperately trying to find one so they can retrieve Sam's soul from Hell. Dean's drive was to get Sam's soul back, because the person he was travelling with, wasn't Sam, he was just an empty shell without a conscience. Since they hardly had time to stop anywhere for long, they had been staying in the car. Sam had been cooped up. Just because he didn't sleep doesn't mean he's not allowed to be comfy. He had told Dean that they were getting a motel room tonight, with a big double bed each. Dean didn't mind too much, though he was shorter than his younger brother, he was sick of sleeping in the car.
As they stumbled into the room, Dean grinned as he spied his bed. They unload their usual gear, and flopped on their beds. They were both almost tired enough to sleep on the ends of their beds like that, but the sound I a couple in the next room brought them both back to their senses and they sat up again.
'Sam you can take the bathroom first, I need a drink.' as Sam left the room to brush his teeth, etc. Dean Reached into his bag and retrieved a bottle of beer and then another, he opened them both and placed one on the table for Sam. As Dean sipped his drink he reviewed his past week of failure to find any bad goings on.
A couple of minutes later Sam returned and spotted his beer. Dean watched as he picked it up, he noticed his brother was cleanly shaven, unlike himself, who he had left unkempt for the past three days. Dean was feeling ripe.
"been a rough week or so ain't it?" said Sam, trying to pull so e emotion from his brother, that wasn't depression.
"It really has. Well at least we have a decent room, for once, it's clean, tidy-"
"the bathrooms pretty good too." Sam added.
Sam finished his beer and climbed into a pair of nightwear pants, the long kind. He remained topless, because it was a warm night. Dean headed for the bathroom as he left his brother to inspect his muscled chest I the mirror in the wall. Sam hadn't lied, the bathroom was great. It was mirrored all down one wall, a large shower with a glad door and big sink and worktop space. He turned the shower on and stuck his hand in. He went back into their room; Sam was in bed reading a demon book. Dean stripped down to his briefs. Dean had always kept himself in shape, growing up he lifted dumbbells and now he was left with a large muscled chest and biggish arms. His Pecs and abs were clearly defined in the light of the motel room. He grabbed his shaving kit and left the room for the bathroom. Dean hopped in the shower, the hot water blast him. He looked down and watched the water run down himself, dripping from his arms, chin and dick. He placed his hands on the wall and bent one knee and stretched his other leg backwards. He was just enjoying a decent shower.
The second Dean had left the room, Sam took hold of his dick, he had never jerked off in front Dean and had never caught him. He had hidden a porno mag into a book on demonology. His cock was at full mast now and stood at a solid 7.5 inches. He could get both if his hands around and it was of a good thickness. Sam was satisfied with the size if it. Girls never complained. He was jerking a full speed because he didn't know how long Dean would be. He hadn't had the chance to do this in well over a fortnight and since his resurrection he had thrice the horniness. Using plenty of spit for lube, he laid under the covers, pulled his boxers to his knees and went full speed, whilst looking at the pictures of whorish girls sucking big dicks or having their holes drilled. He compared the dicks from the magazine to his own, his was straight and smooth, with a flared head which was much thicker than the girth of the shaft. He was forced to stop because he heard muffles and thuds coming from the bathroom. Sam pulled up his boxers and stuck his stiffness down one side, along side of his leg. As he rushed to the bathroom door, the feeling in his balls was strange, caused by the stiffness being close. He leaned against the door and listened, he heard voices.
Dean had finished showering when he stepped in front of the fogged up mirror. Using a towel provided he wiped the mirror, then threw it to the ground; Dean loved air drying and never used a towel. He spread shaving cream all over his face and used his razor carefully shaved his face, first his neck and chin, then sideburns and cheeks. Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him, which made him jump and spin around, knocking his shaving kit off the counter. Dean was staring, butt naked, at a Vampire, with its teeth showing.
"What do you want?" Dean commanded.
"You can't just leave us Dean. You felt our father's vision, didn't you?" The Vamp hissed.
Sam had jumped up from the bed by now and run to the table, the head of his dick head appearing from his leg. He reached the table and grabbed an axe from the kit. He caught a part of the conversation inside, which included Sam learning the intruder was a Vamp.
Dean lunged to strike the Vampire, but ti was futile. The Vampire just side-stepped and struck him in the side of the head, making Dean slip, then fall to the floor. The Vampire sat on Dean's chest and went to bite him.
Just then, Sam burst in, axe in hand and decapitated The Vampire, while it was distracted. Dean, was covered in the monster's blood, he made sure not to let any go into his mouth. Sam immediately regained his focus of the situation, whilst Dean still came to. Sam looked down at the naked, wet, Dean on the floor in front of him - His dick in particular. It was both really thick and about 5 inches soft. Sam felt a physical reaction on his dick. He was getting harder and started leaking pre-cum. Dean had started to get up, Sam walked out of the room, slightly confused. Dean turned the shower back on and rinsed the blood off of him.
Sam confusion was growing, the more he thought about why he was attracted to Dean. He knew he wasn't the same without his soul, maybe this included his sexual preference, including his turn-ons and what is right or wrong.
Dean put the body in the tub and let it burn. Sam was in bed, whilst he did. Dean flopped on his bed, still naked. He looked at Sam, who'd been reading a Demonology book the whole time since he'd saved Dean.
"Thanks, by the way. You really saved me." Dean thanked.
"It's no problem" Sam replied with a smile, he went back to reading the porno mag. He was using his dick like a book mark, his dick peeking through the fly. All of this was hidden from Dean.
Dean had grown tired of watching TV. He made no attempt to dress himself. He turned over and fell into slumber. Sam, on the other hand, didn't sleep. He sat on his bed and watched the sleeping Adonis. Now Dean had turned over, one leg was bent, the other straight. Sam had a full view of Deans hole inbetween two perfect butt cheeks. Sam's dick, after seeing this, was harder than he's ever known and practically spewing pre-cum.
He had to do SOMEthing, he'd been erect for over an hour. That's how long it had been since he'd saved Dean. He decided to make his move on, someone who he used to see as a brother.
I know there wasn't any sexual contact. I'm sorry, but now I have the story set up, It'll come much easier now.
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